I am here, Jesus
tripped, in the weeds,
caught on a pricker
starting to bleed.
My friends were helping
pointing the way
but when I fell
they all ran away
I suppose you know
Just how that feels
Restore me, Sweet Jesus
Find me today.
jfig 3/2020
Dear Friend, So many times in the journey of faith, I have gotten lost. For a moment – or for days. Precious moments go by, as I try to pick myself up, dust myself off, fix my appearance, so that no one will know I am hurting. But Jesus does not seem to care about appearances. What he seems to welcome is the offering of honesty. When I entrust Jesus with the painful truth, it is then that he changes me. And his artistry is always better than mine.
Jesus, I’m grateful that you are powerful to heal and humble to invite, the likes of me into community with you. Amen
Roasted Words 